Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia —
I am struck by the unfamiliarity of everything as I weave a path through the market; some stalls covered, some exposed to the blazing sun. I feel disoriented.
“Why the hell are those peanuts bright orange?”
“Watch out for that scooter!”
“Mmmm something smells incredible.”
“I wonder how much batik fabric is here.”
“That guy looks friendly; ask him for a portrait.”